26o AMERICAN ORNITHOLOGY, 



On May 3rd I saw a nest and climbed into a tree to look in. There 

 were three eggs in it and by their color, I knew it was a Robin's. I 

 walked a little farther along on the road, and soon saw a Robin sitting 

 on a nest that was so near to the electric car that ran along the road, 

 that it seemed as if one were in the car that one might touch her. 



I have taken the American Bird Magazine for a long time, and I look 

 forward to the first of each month, the time when it comes. 



Leslie Bradley, 



Boston, Mass. 



On a bright and sunny morn, 

 In the merry month of June, 

 I walked along the brookside, 

 And I heard the Blue-bird's tune. 



I listened to the Robin, 

 And heard the Oriole's song; 

 The twitter of the Sparrow 

 Seemed to cheer the world along. 



I saw the little Meadow-lark, 

 And found a rabbit's trail. 

 As I passed the inland river, 

 I saw a Sora Rail. 



I saw the small Kingfisher, 

 Sitting by the side 

 Of the lonely river, 

 And looking at the tide. 



I saw the large Blue Heron, 

 And the nest that she had made. 

 I saw the small Field Sparrow, 

 And the eg^ that she had laid. 



The coal-black crow was flying 

 'Round the scarecrow's funny head, 

 In the field I passed that morning. 

 Near the river's stony bed. 



BvRON King, (age 12.) 



Taunton, Mass. 



